TV's bloodiest renovation series returns in a shower of dead skin and Dettol. With anodyne Myleene Klass replacing vinegary Nicky Hambleton-Jones, the cudgels are now wrapped in cashmere and condemnation comes in shades of butterscotch and, mm, beige. On the receiving end of Klass's sympathetic pigeon noises, then, are Mary (50, teeth) Kathleen (49, self-loathing), the latter of whom is subjected to a litany of non-surgical treatments in an effort to de-crag a face deemed "dull" and "tired". Thus, scaffolding is erected and guttering cleared before the "babes!" are unveiled, like turnips at a country fair.

Victorian Farm9pm, BBC2

Summer, then, and the yokelisation of our Victorian revivalists is almost complete. Waistcoats have been tightened, vowels fattened and dung embraced as a vital component of the authentically repellent 19th-century smallholding experience. Yet from the depths of the ordure emerges a crisis: "The sheep," pants Alex, neckerchief trembling. "They've escaped." While bumpkins gather to assess the ramifications (yes, yes), Pete dispenses grain to piglets, brews ginger beer in a bucket, fails to harvest hay and expresses mild surprise during a game of cricket ("Oi've just split my trousers").

It's Time to Go Nationwide 9pm, BBC4

Before The One Show, we turned to Nationwide for our regional consumer thrills. In this warm little eulogy, former hosts and reporters of the long-running magazine show recount the executive machinations, vaulting journalistic ambition and reports on surfing spaniels that succeeded, as one contributor puts it, in "knitting the regions". While archive footage offers an embarrassment of embarrassments - six Richard Stilgoes singing about the budget, two Shetland ponies attacking a pantomime horse, one Sue Lawley being covered in foam by Suggs - it's the cuddly, behind-the-scenes stuff that's best. "It genuinely was a family," rumbles veteran anchor Michael Barratt, a man apparently locked in eternal combat with his own tonsils. Champion.